Chapter 5

A/N - A big thanks to randomness6 for being my Beta and checking my story. You should have a read of her fanfics. They are really good. Once more thank you randomness6! :-) xxx

*Story*

Nothing really happened at school today. I asked Mr. Argent for the night so I can focus on my school work but he told me to do some exercises which I was doing when I heard a knock on my window. I looked over and saw a bloody Derek Hale.

I ran over to the window and opened it. He fell forward and I caught him as he fell.

"Derek!" I gasped as I helped him in and onto my bed.

"What happened?" I was panicking. He was pale and had blood all over himself. I ran over to my bathroom and got the first aid box.

"Derek! Derek!" I screeched. He groaned to show he was still alive at least. I took off his leather jacket and his t-shirt. If I had ever imagined stripping Derek Hale it certainly wasn't like this in my mind. Big scratches covered his chest and small holes littered his stomach.

"Oh my god! What the hell happened?"

I did the basic first aid. It was all I could do. I should have called the hospital but I didn't. Why didn't I? I should of! What if he died and it was my fault.

I put the covers over him to make him comfy. I saw that I had got a text from Scott asking to meet him at the school. I can't leave Derek alone right now, not when he's like this. So I send him a quick text back.

'Hey sorry I can't meet you the night. Something happened and I can't go. X'

I got a damp cloth and cleaned all the blood on his face and upper body. Derek stirred so I left him alone. I could finish later.

I fell asleep on my chair. A few hours later, Derek awoke groaning as he sat up. I woke up and went over to him.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" I asked concerned.

"I'm healing and I'm fine apart of the agonizing pain," he said gritting his teeth. I sighed then I dug though my first aid box. I found more big plasters and some bandages.

"Sit back slightly please." He sighed and did what I told him to do.

I took off the blood covered plasters and bandages. I noticed that the once big cuts were smaller than they were before. I guess it was just the shock of what happened to him I must have imagined they were bigger. I used some antiseptic cream to clean the wound more. He flinched as I used the cream.

"It's ok. That's that." I put the big plasters on him and covered it with bandages. I got up and had him drink some water.

"Thanks," he said. Our hands touched and we looked at each other. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as I blushed. I moved my hand and his to his glass of water. He took a drink. I sat next to him.

"So...are you going to tell me what happen?" I asked curiously.

"It's better that I don't tell you, Em!" he said.

"Wait? Did you just call me Em?" I asked going red slightly. I looked down so he would not notice.

"Yeah what's wrong with that?" Derek asked.

"Oh, err, nothing. I just thought I heard you wrong." I bit my lip. I was about to stand up when Derek took my hand. My heart sped up slightly.

"Thanks for helping me Em. I'll tell you what happened. I just can't tell you now." he said. I nodded.

"I'll get you a clean t-shirt," I told him. I found one of my dad's clean black t-shirts and handed it to Derek. "It should fit."

I turned my back as he got changed.

"Well?" I asked as I slowly turned around.

"Yeah that works" I smiled. He laughed at me. I picked up his leather jacket. Walking over to him I handed it to him.

"Thanks" he said.

"It's ok." I breathe out.

"You can keep it." He hands me his leather jacket back. I took it with a smile.

I realised that Derek and I were really close to each other. I could smell his minty breath. We were both slowly leaning in. I closed my eyes and we kissed. It felt right even though it did not last long.

"Got to go Em." He quickly kissed me again and he jumped out my window just as my father opened the door.

I was slightly dazed and I could not stop smiling.

"Everything ok sweetie?" my dad asked.

"Yeah everything is great!" I could not stop smiling. My cheeks hurt a little. My dad looked at me oddly with on eyebrow raised. He left and I got changed to go to bed but not before I hung Derek's jacket up in my cupboard. I climbed into bed falling into a dream about Derek.